Barkly tilts her head. "Dragons do not use weapons. Dragons use claws and teeth, breath and magic. Barkly's home was in a Red Dragon's den. The flame was good for nesting."
Buckeran sits there, enjoying the odd chatter between Merkas and Barkly. "I suspect you'll find much to talk about. Giant Striders co-exist with red dragons the way mice coexist with taverns." He states with a laugh. "Does she know anything about Ibahalii Vriwhulth? You'll want to use the exact pronunciation." He repeats "Ibahalii Vriwhulth" again slowly so Barkly and Merkas can both hear it clearly. Barkly tilts her head, showing a hint of recognition in the phrase.
Buckeran rattled on about powerful weapons, his eyes bright with the thrill of discovery. Hastos and Merkas exchanged looks of grim agreement. Sera cut them off with a single, flat word.
“No.”
She planted her boots, squared her shoulders, and let her voice carry. “Those weapons you speak of — strong-willed, incredibly powerful — they reflect the passion of the evil dragons that birthed them. Buckeran, they are tools of evil and the lure of power. Victory bought with that kind of weapon is a poisoned thing.”
She took a steadying breath, forcing her thoughts into order. “Even if a champion can win battles by it, in the end the weapon will eat them. Corruption spreads like a rot; it will turn us into what we fought. I will not help find or use such arms. Destroy whatever book guides us to them, if we must.”
Her eyes swept the room, pleading now rather than cold. “The Dragonlances were granted by the gods — forged to strengthen their wielder and their metallic dragon steed, not to corrupt. We should seek the lost metallic dragons and the Dragonlances first. Find Paladine’s chosen before we ever let ourselves be tempted by Takhisis’ tools.”
She lowered her gaze, the conviction in her voice steady and simple. “Please. For our sake, for the settlement’s, and for Paladine’s. Don’t let us trade our souls for a hollow victory.”
Barkly tilts her head. "Dragons do not use weapons. Dragons use claws and teeth, breath and magic. Barkly's home was in a Red Dragon's den. The flame was good for nesting."
Buckeran sits there, enjoying the odd chatter between Merkas and Barkly. "I suspect you'll find much to talk about. Giant Striders co-exist with red dragons the way mice coexist with taverns." He states with a laugh. "Does she know anything about Ibahalii Vriwhulth? You'll want to use the exact pronunciation." He repeats "Ibahalii Vriwhulth" again slowly so Barkly and Merkas can both hear it clearly. Barkly tilts her head, showing a hint of recognition in the phrase.
Nodding at Barkly’s comments, Meraks look back up at her when Buckeran mentions the name. “How ‘bout it, that sound familiar? And do you think using a weapon made from the colour dragons would be okay for someone strong enough?”
Eyes widening at Seras input. “Yeah I guess that’s a pretty good point, we really want to have more things talking into our heads? Like I already got this blasted cursed rat necklace thing, Sera’s armour does strange stuff, and not to mention that scythe caused a guy to break into your place to steal it, and cost him his life because of it too!”
“..and the young fool who attacked us in the Dwarf.” Hastos says, nodding at Merkas. “Power is indeed a corrupting force. The three of us resisted its call, yet others will not, and we’ll have a *different* Dragon Army laying waste.” Hastos sighs heavily. “I have already paved the way for one, and I nearly made the same mistake again. Thank you both. ” Hastos bows his head to both Sera and Merkas.
But, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try and find them, or at least the information on how to make them and get it lost for good, Because if these things are corrupting good people imagine the damage they could for people that want it!” Merkas shakes his head as if to clear it “I know I am being as wishy-washy but I really think finding these thing to keep them from the hands of the enemy is important enough that we search them out, one less overpowered tool that the Dragon army has the better, Tekel running around with one is fine as he’s lost most of his influence and will only gain so much out in the wastes, we can have Ororana keep tabs on him from time time, as for the others I guess we still gotta pick, do we leave them to fate and hope luck is on our side to keep them from those that would use them against us, or take fate by the horns and guide it where we want?”
The sparkle in Buckeran's eyes freezes and dims as he watches the discussion turn away from his expectations. He waves his hands disarmingly, "Fellahahahaaaas... it's a weapon. And it is only as good, or as evil as its wielder. The... the Dragon Army weapons and armor... how do you think we've been equipping our soldiers? The Hachakee skirmishes! We take the arms of our fallen enemies and strip them. We clean and reforge them as needed to equip the Hachakee skirmishers. Eventually, we developped the ability to forge our own weapons and armor, but we still barely have enough for our guards! Weilded by evil forces... now reclaimed, and used for goo-hoo-hoo-hood!" He says with desperate chuckles in his words.
"And besides... Tekel has done amazing work out in the wasteland with his scythe. He's slain... no... obliterated Dragon Army forces, monsters, bandit hordes... anything that stands to endanger Santekh's mission! They say the weapon cuts with such immense power that there are no remains to be found of his fallen enemies! And he's gotten stronger too! He's taken on more dangerous missions, leading his small band into what would've been suicide missions for him before." He wags a finger at each of you with a slightly smug wink. "I daresay he's become nearly as formidable as you! Don't you see? The weapon doesn't give him a cause... it empowered his! His contrition and shame over the exposure of the Cult of Sargonnas has left him determined to make amends. I've never seem him so driven! Tekel used to never bother to dirty his own hands on a mission. But now, covered in sweat, blood, and grime, he returns only for more bounties. He's not even concerned with the rewards! They've been stockpiling in his vault ever since his fall from grace."
He sits down again, spent from his speech. He folds his hands and sits back. "And besides... the weapons are out there. Even without the books, someone will eventually stumble upon them. Would you prefer them to go to another cult? Takhisis perhaps? Or to someone worthy who may bare the burden and fight for the freedom of Krynn?"
Hastos cocks an eyebrow at Buckeran. “Unintentionally, you have made our case exactly!”
Hastos holds his hands up in a gesture of pause. “Merkas makes a good point as well. A lot to take into consideration. Perhaps this is something we could sleep on. We won’t need to make a decision until… *if* we run across one of these weapons.” A somber look cover Hastos’ face. “Whatever we face between now and then could also alter any decision made tonight.”
“Look Bucky, the fact that Tekel is obliterating enemies with that thing isn’t necessarily something that you should be happy with, what happens when he thinks that we’re his enemy, or the council, or the Hachakee? The fact he isn’t even worried about the rewards is also concerning because that makes it sound like that thing is taking him over, only cares about the glory, at least that’s the vibe I got from it when it talked to me. If Tekel is in control of it and is doing good with it, great! But like Haz said, you kinda made our point about being careful with it.”Merkas has stood and walked over to the elder kender “So, for now we need to prioritize the tasks we have in front of us, first things first as they say, cause the last things may not last if done to soon. Getting this cursed magic away from Santekh is a start, a possible dragon hoard where there may be mor weapons and books and gold will also help a great deal. I also wonder if there are some of these that were forged from the metal types, by their will of course not cause they were slain or anything. So we carry on with what we have in front of us and take turns in the road as they come.”
Buckeran considers your council. He doesn't seem too convinced yet.
MrUncleTio, please roll Persuasion with Advantage. To my absolute shock, the DC is 4. 🫤His response will be based on your roll.
Barkly turns to Merkas. "Ibahalii Vriwhulth is a weapon both feared and prized by red dragons. To gift Ibahalii Vriwhulth to a red dragon is to gain the favor of one. They will reward you. Kobolds fear it. My firenewt handlers would quest for it in the desert sands."
Sera look at Buckeran....blinks to his revelation of how Tekel have changed " So you say Tekel from being a snob not liking getting dirty now runs and kill with such glee he returns covered in blood and gore not caring....not caring for resourses anymore either...."
Sera look at her friends hoping her logic is bad and continue " ....he have not a body to prove for his action..he who was all about glory and show off..." She nods to herself " He have undergone a major personality change..and knowing the weapons abilities it is kinda safe to say he fallen under its influence"
Now she is a bit irritated to how blind she feels Buckeran is " as long he kills anyone opposed to Santech it is fine? You do not know how he do it. Do he kill people that surrender begging to spare their lives? And not every dragonarmy person is nessesary evil worthy of dying!" She raise her voice and look at Hastos and steps over and put her hand on his shoulder. "..or a monster worth to kill.."
she do consider a briedf second to go over to Barkley but knowing the creature not like her much she stops and look back at Buckeran
" but as long you have powerful weapon and a person loosing his soul wielding it it is ok? And what when it is no more dragonarmy, monsters or bandits around any more Buckeran?! Think he lay the weapon down and retire? He cannot any more. It have control over him. Thats when he turn on you. More powerful than anyone. You created a monster you cannot control...."
She take a deep breath...not liking to preach doom and darkness...
She waves her hand "Fine! I help find them and learn how to DESTROY them..."
Buckeran looks crestfallen, but accepts Dawnbounds decision.
"Well... to learn how to destroy them, one must first learn how to make them. The council still needs to vote on such matters. But I understand your trepidations about such an undertaking. Besides, a dragon horde stands a little more than a day's march from us. Provided the sandstorm has subsided, I'd like to continue with that mission. I will advise the council to take a better look at Tekel's physical and mental health when next he returns. Perhaps I overlooked some possible risks." With that, he concluded the meeting.
If you have anything else to do in the Mansion, wrap it up, and we'll continue the march. Living things cannot be inside it when it shrinks down to travel size.
Hastos nods in agreement and passes a knowing look to Merkas and Sera. He gets up, taking a last drink from his goblet, and heads back up stairs to get re-equipped for the journey ahead.
Sera nods. " let us rest yes. We have lots to do tomorrow. ..I see if we can get rid of that cursed medallion Merkas..I pray for a way..." Seras voice drops off as she see Hastos leave. Taking a deep sigh...she goes to her chambers...
Nodding and responded to Barkly “Don’t think I wanna be close enough to a red dragon to try and offer it but it’s good to know that it has that much power for them.”
Patting the older kender apologetically “I destroy lots of things I don’t know how to make, but I get what you mean, I think you are right that learning to make new ones that want to protect and save people is a valid goal, just these ones that tell you you are meant for glory seem to cause trouble all the time. Thanks for sharing and we will keep our eyes open for sure.”
“Thanks Seea, I could get used to it, I am blue afterall!” He laughs as she heads off. After which he heads back to curl up in the curvature of Barkly’s body, he whispers to the strider. “Think I’ll just sleep with you if that’s okay.”
Barkly tilts her head. "Dragons do not use weapons. Dragons use claws and teeth, breath and magic. Barkly's home was in a Red Dragon's den. The flame was good for nesting."
Buckeran sits there, enjoying the odd chatter between Merkas and Barkly. "I suspect you'll find much to talk about. Giant Striders co-exist with red dragons the way mice coexist with taverns." He states with a laugh. "Does she know anything about Ibahalii Vriwhulth? You'll want to use the exact pronunciation." He repeats "Ibahalii Vriwhulth" again slowly so Barkly and Merkas can both hear it clearly. Barkly tilts her head, showing a hint of recognition in the phrase.
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Buckeran rattled on about powerful weapons, his eyes bright with the thrill of discovery. Hastos and Merkas exchanged looks of grim agreement. Sera cut them off with a single, flat word.
“No.”
She planted her boots, squared her shoulders, and let her voice carry. “Those weapons you speak of — strong-willed, incredibly powerful — they reflect the passion of the evil dragons that birthed them. Buckeran, they are tools of evil and the lure of power. Victory bought with that kind of weapon is a poisoned thing.”
She took a steadying breath, forcing her thoughts into order. “Even if a champion can win battles by it, in the end the weapon will eat them. Corruption spreads like a rot; it will turn us into what we fought. I will not help find or use such arms. Destroy whatever book guides us to them, if we must.”
Her eyes swept the room, pleading now rather than cold. “The Dragonlances were granted by the gods — forged to strengthen their wielder and their metallic dragon steed, not to corrupt. We should seek the lost metallic dragons and the Dragonlances first. Find Paladine’s chosen before we ever let ourselves be tempted by Takhisis’ tools.”
She lowered her gaze, the conviction in her voice steady and simple. “Please. For our sake, for the settlement’s, and for Paladine’s. Don’t let us trade our souls for a hollow victory.”
Nodding at Barkly’s comments, Meraks look back up at her when Buckeran mentions the name. “How ‘bout it, that sound familiar? And do you think using a weapon made from the colour dragons would be okay for someone strong enough?”
Eyes widening at Seras input. “Yeah I guess that’s a pretty good point, we really want to have more things talking into our heads? Like I already got this blasted cursed rat necklace thing, Sera’s armour does strange stuff, and not to mention that scythe caused a guy to break into your place to steal it, and cost him his life because of it too!”
Loyalty Begets Honour
“..and the young fool who attacked us in the Dwarf.” Hastos says, nodding at Merkas. “Power is indeed a corrupting force. The three of us resisted its call, yet others will not, and we’ll have a *different* Dragon Army laying waste.” Hastos sighs heavily. “I have already paved the way for one, and I nearly made the same mistake again. Thank you both. ” Hastos bows his head to both Sera and Merkas.
“I think we are agreed.”
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
But, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try and find them, or at least the information on how to make them and get it lost for good, Because if these things are corrupting good people imagine the damage they could for people that want it!” Merkas shakes his head as if to clear it “I know I am being as wishy-washy but I really think finding these thing to keep them from the hands of the enemy is important enough that we search them out, one less overpowered tool that the Dragon army has the better, Tekel running around with one is fine as he’s lost most of his influence and will only gain so much out in the wastes, we can have Ororana keep tabs on him from time time, as for the others I guess we still gotta pick, do we leave them to fate and hope luck is on our side to keep them from those that would use them against us, or take fate by the horns and guide it where we want?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
The sparkle in Buckeran's eyes freezes and dims as he watches the discussion turn away from his expectations. He waves his hands disarmingly, "Fellahahahaaaas... it's a weapon. And it is only as good, or as evil as its wielder. The... the Dragon Army weapons and armor... how do you think we've been equipping our soldiers? The Hachakee skirmishes! We take the arms of our fallen enemies and strip them. We clean and reforge them as needed to equip the Hachakee skirmishers. Eventually, we developped the ability to forge our own weapons and armor, but we still barely have enough for our guards! Weilded by evil forces... now reclaimed, and used for goo-hoo-hoo-hood!" He says with desperate chuckles in his words.
"And besides... Tekel has done amazing work out in the wasteland with his scythe. He's slain... no... obliterated Dragon Army forces, monsters, bandit hordes... anything that stands to endanger Santekh's mission! They say the weapon cuts with such immense power that there are no remains to be found of his fallen enemies! And he's gotten stronger too! He's taken on more dangerous missions, leading his small band into what would've been suicide missions for him before." He wags a finger at each of you with a slightly smug wink. "I daresay he's become nearly as formidable as you! Don't you see? The weapon doesn't give him a cause... it empowered his! His contrition and shame over the exposure of the Cult of Sargonnas has left him determined to make amends. I've never seem him so driven! Tekel used to never bother to dirty his own hands on a mission. But now, covered in sweat, blood, and grime, he returns only for more bounties. He's not even concerned with the rewards! They've been stockpiling in his vault ever since his fall from grace."
He sits down again, spent from his speech. He folds his hands and sits back. "And besides... the weapons are out there. Even without the books, someone will eventually stumble upon them. Would you prefer them to go to another cult? Takhisis perhaps? Or to someone worthy who may bare the burden and fight for the freedom of Krynn?"
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Hastos cocks an eyebrow at Buckeran. “Unintentionally, you have made our case exactly!”
Hastos holds his hands up in a gesture of pause. “Merkas makes a good point as well. A lot to take into consideration. Perhaps this is something we could sleep on. We won’t need to make a decision until… *if* we run across one of these weapons.” A somber look cover Hastos’ face. “Whatever we face between now and then could also alter any decision made tonight.”
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
“Look Bucky, the fact that Tekel is obliterating enemies with that thing isn’t necessarily something that you should be happy with, what happens when he thinks that we’re his enemy, or the council, or the Hachakee? The fact he isn’t even worried about the rewards is also concerning because that makes it sound like that thing is taking him over, only cares about the glory, at least that’s the vibe I got from it when it talked to me. If Tekel is in control of it and is doing good with it, great! But like Haz said, you kinda made our point about being careful with it.” Merkas has stood and walked over to the elder kender “So, for now we need to prioritize the tasks we have in front of us, first things first as they say, cause the last things may not last if done to soon. Getting this cursed magic away from Santekh is a start, a possible dragon hoard where there may be mor weapons and books and gold will also help a great deal. I also wonder if there are some of these that were forged from the metal types, by their will of course not cause they were slain or anything. So we carry on with what we have in front of us and take turns in the road as they come.”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Buckeran considers your council. He doesn't seem too convinced yet.
MrUncleTio, please roll Persuasion with Advantage. To my absolute shock, the DC is 4. 🫤His response will be based on your roll.
Barkly turns to Merkas. "Ibahalii Vriwhulth is a weapon both feared and prized by red dragons. To gift Ibahalii Vriwhulth to a red dragon is to gain the favor of one. They will reward you. Kobolds fear it. My firenewt handlers would quest for it in the desert sands."
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Sera look at Buckeran....blinks to his revelation of how Tekel have changed " So you say Tekel from being a snob not liking getting dirty now runs and kill with such glee he returns covered in blood and gore not caring....not caring for resourses anymore either...."
Sera look at her friends hoping her logic is bad and continue " ....he have not a body to prove for his action..he who was all about glory and show off..." She nods to herself " He have undergone a major personality change..and knowing the weapons abilities it is kinda safe to say he fallen under its influence"
Now she is a bit irritated to how blind she feels Buckeran is " as long he kills anyone opposed to Santech it is fine? You do not know how he do it. Do he kill people that surrender begging to spare their lives? And not every dragonarmy person is nessesary evil worthy of dying!" She raise her voice and look at Hastos and steps over and put her hand on his shoulder. "..or a monster worth to kill.."
she do consider a briedf second to go over to Barkley but knowing the creature not like her much she stops and look back at Buckeran
" but as long you have powerful weapon and a person loosing his soul wielding it it is ok? And what when it is no more dragonarmy, monsters or bandits around any more Buckeran?! Think he lay the weapon down and retire? He cannot any more. It have control over him. Thats when he turn on you. More powerful than anyone. You created a monster you cannot control...."
She take a deep breath...not liking to preach doom and darkness...
She waves her hand "Fine! I help find them and learn how to DESTROY them..."
"
Buckeran looks crestfallen, but accepts Dawnbounds decision.
"Well... to learn how to destroy them, one must first learn how to make them. The council still needs to vote on such matters. But I understand your trepidations about such an undertaking. Besides, a dragon horde stands a little more than a day's march from us. Provided the sandstorm has subsided, I'd like to continue with that mission. I will advise the council to take a better look at Tekel's physical and mental health when next he returns. Perhaps I overlooked some possible risks." With that, he concluded the meeting.
If you have anything else to do in the Mansion, wrap it up, and we'll continue the march. Living things cannot be inside it when it shrinks down to travel size.
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Hastos nods in agreement and passes a knowing look to Merkas and Sera. He gets up, taking a last drink from his goblet, and heads back up stairs to get re-equipped for the journey ahead.
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
Sera nods. " let us rest yes. We have lots to do tomorrow. ..I see if we can get rid of that cursed medallion Merkas..I pray for a way..." Seras voice drops off as she see Hastos leave. Taking a deep sigh...she goes to her chambers...
Nodding and responded to Barkly “Don’t think I wanna be close enough to a red dragon to try and offer it but it’s good to know that it has that much power for them.”
Patting the older kender apologetically “I destroy lots of things I don’t know how to make, but I get what you mean, I think you are right that learning to make new ones that want to protect and save people is a valid goal, just these ones that tell you you are meant for glory seem to cause trouble all the time. Thanks for sharing and we will keep our eyes open for sure.”
“Thanks Seea, I could get used to it, I am blue afterall!” He laughs as she heads off. After which he heads back to curl up in the curvature of Barkly’s body, he whispers to the strider. “Think I’ll just sleep with you if that’s okay.”
Loyalty Begets Honour